 In that fair Clime, the lonely Herdsman, stretched On the soft grass through half a summer's day, With music lulled his indolent repose : And, in some fit of weariness, if he, When his own breath was silent, chanced to hear A distant strain, far sweeter...  The Natural History of Atheism - Page 85by John Stuart Blackie - 1877 - 247 pagesFull view - About this book
 | William Wordsworth - English poetry - 1814 - 476 pages
...stretched On the soft grass through half a summer's day, With music lulled his indolent repose : And, in some fit of weariness, if he, When his own breath...chanced to hear A distant strain, far sweeter than the sounds Which his poor skill could make, his Fancy fetched, Even from the blazing Chariot of the Sun,... | |
 | 1815 - 670 pages
...stretched On the soft grass through half a summer's day, With music lulled his indolent reposo : And, in some fit of weariness, if he When his own breath...sweeter than the sound? Which his -poor skill could n ake, his Fancy fetched, E»en from the blazing Chariot of the Sun, A beardless Youth, who toivhcd... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - English literature - 1815 - 702 pages
...stretched On the soft grass through lialf a summer's day, With music lulled his indolent repose : • And, in some fit of weariness, if he When his own breath...chanced to hear A distant strain, far sweeter than the sounds Which his poor skill could make, his Fancy fetched, Even from the Wasting Chariot of the Sun,... | |
 | English literature - 1815 - 698 pages
...stretch'd On the soft grass through half a summer's day With music lull'd his indolent repose : And, in some fit of weariness, if he, When his own breath was silent, chanc'd to hear A distant strain, far sweeter than the sounds Which his poor skill could make, his... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - English literature - 1818 - 648 pages
...summer's day, 4 With music lulled his indolent repose : ' And, in some fit of weariness, if he * When bis own breath was silent, chanced to hear ' A distant strain, far sweeter than the sounds 4 Which his poor skill could make, his fancy fetched, 4 Even from the blazing chariot of the... | |
 | John Gibson Lockhart - 1819 - 388 pages
...stretched On the soft grass through half a summer's day, With music lulled his indolent repose : And in some fit of weariness, if he, When his own breath...chanced to hear A distant strain, far sweeter than the sounds Which his poor skill could make, his fancy fetched, Even from the blazing chariot of the sun,... | |
 | John Gibson Lockhart - Edinburgh (Scotland) - 1819 - 396 pages
...stretched On the soft grass through half a summer's day, With music lulled his indolent repose : And in some fit of weariness, if he, When his own breath...chanced to hear A distant strain, far sweeter than the sounds Which his poor skill could make, his fancy fetched, Even from the blazing chariot of the sun,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 456 pages
...stretched On the soft grass through half a summer's day, With music lulled his indolent repose : And, in some fit of weariness, if he, When his own breath...chanced to hear A distant strain, far sweeter than the sounds Which his poor skill could make, his Fancy fetched, Even from the blazing Chariot of the Sun,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 452 pages
...half a summer's day, With music lulled his indolent repose: And, in some fit of weariness, if he,When his own breath was silent, chanced to hear A distant strain, far sweeter than the sounds Which his poor skill could make, his Fancy fetched, Even from the blazing Chariot of the Sun,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - Fore-edge painting - 1828 - 372 pages
...-.HI ! grass through half a summer's day. With mueic lulled his indolent repose : And, in some (it of weariness, if he. When his own breath was silent, chanced to hear A distant strain, f.ir sweeter than the sounds Which his poor skill could make, his Fancy fetched, Even from the blazing... | |
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